Yup. We were hanging stands and he looked bored. #1Son warned him about the local predator population, coyotes, wolves, and the occasional mountain lion, and then dropped him at the Forty. I think C.K. was okay with all of this, while it was light out. Now this is where the facts become unclear, but here are some facts we do know. This is C.K.'s first buck with a bow. This is also the first buck that C.K. has grunted in. Both of these facts equal an excited Coyote Kid. Big Dave and I had hung a couple of great stands, but it was really dark by the time we left the ranch we were hunting. Seeing as it was well past dark:thirty, I figured I'd give C.K. a call to let him know we were on our way. No answer on his cell. When we got close enough #1Son called him on the walkie-talkie. C.K. said he had shot a deer, but he was still in the stand and wanted us to come get him out. "Coyotes are everywhere in here! Get me out!" From the tree stand C.K. could see us pull up on the road. I'm sure he could see my flashlight coming down the trail, but when I got to the tree, he was still in it. His grunt call was on the ground, and the tree was shaking just a little. The coyotes were howling and yipping all over the place, and I started teasing him about getting treed by coyotes. #1Son jumped right in and started making his own coyote noises. C.K. said the coyotes most certainly had gotten his deer already. After we talked him into coming down, we started tracking his deer. C.K. had made a good shot, and the track job was short. The coyotes hadn't touched it, unbelievably. Halfway through the gut job, things got spooky quiet. The coyotes weren't making a sound and nothing was moving. Then we heard the big boy. When the wolf howled I got the creepy crawlies up and down my spine, and I know I'm not alone. We kicked it into gear and headed for the trucks. That's the first time I have heard a wolf howl and it is impressive. Especially in the woods, in the dark. Spooky! That's the story of how C.K. got treed by coyotes and got his nickname. Oh, and I asked how the grunt call ended up on the ground. He says he set it on the platform, then knocked it off. I still think when that buck came in hot, he got excited and threw the call on the ground. I can't wait to head back to Oklahoma and hunt with #1Son again. Maybe C.K. will get treed by something else this year.
_________________ The Pennsyltucky Hillbilly Flying the camo flag Your friend, Port
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